Sunlight, pouring through her sea
blue eyes, we melt into one gooey
mess, ‘better than drugs’

Flowers bend their necks, pleading to be
plucked free, to slowly wilt on the bedside
table, or against the window pane

Her touch melts through me with more intensity than  
that romantic fire ball caressing the horizon,
swallowed by the sea and trading places with the stars

Now that I have heard her voice,
soft like flower petals drifting along a warm wind
I resign to lay in fields until my bones become dust,
draped in roses and lilies, chrysanthemums and love

My night is devoured by her grasp
and we become everything